[dreams are, in daniil's opinion, a dragging affair. the curse of a light sleeper maybe, that the quality of said dreams remain more vividly in mind as he wakes, often unsettled.
tonight a beak looms and tuts, says you can't teach the old dog new tricks, but the old ones have their charm, don't they? it says i really wasn't scripted for a new set here, i don't know the new rules any better. don't look at me so, some beats never change, do they?
daniil says something like fuck off, just as a weight lands somewhere at his abdomen and-]
Hngh. [is the first thing he says to pal. the second thing he does more than says is a half-awake grappling for something, which happens to be a gun, which he points at pal. the third is a slow blink before the gun is lowered.
finger still on the trigger though. thank gods for morphine, his skin doesn't feel like screaming quite as much.] What is it? Who are you?
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tonight a beak looms and tuts, says you can't teach the old dog new tricks, but the old ones have their charm, don't they? it says i really wasn't scripted for a new set here, i don't know the new rules any better. don't look at me so, some beats never change, do they?
daniil says something like fuck off, just as a weight lands somewhere at his abdomen and-]
Hngh. [is the first thing he says to pal. the second thing he does more than says is a half-awake grappling for something, which happens to be a gun, which he points at pal. the third is a slow blink before the gun is lowered.
finger still on the trigger though. thank gods for morphine, his skin doesn't feel like screaming quite as much.] What is it? Who are you?